The Veil Crumbles

As the dust settles, so do the old ways fade.
Now we must look to the future we have made.

In one decisive year we refused to succumb to fear
we followed the stars and made our paths appear.
Through the howling winds and roaring flame
you shall hear our name.

The dust is almost sand on ground
the old ways nowhere to be found.

The sky burns an ominous red
the wind carries the scent of the dead.
The oceans twist, churn and foam
the earth heaves, splitting the foundation of Rome.

The dust is gone, scattered to the nether
the old ways forgotten forever.

With the shackles of man removed
the Gods ever so behooved.
Now is the time for Man to take flight
released from an eternal plight.

All is one as above as it is below.
The truth is something you must now know.